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It might be the right time to start researching on the mysterious egg Noir had found near the empty training ground before, although so far she had no clue about what kind of egg it was at all after she spent so many times reading books. A sigh escaped from her peach colored lips as she walked through the city gate, heading to The Plains alongside with her beasts, Haku and Kuzunoha.

Her Staff of Storms would be hanged on her back as usual and she would have a sling bag filled with books and writing utensils inside hanging on her shoulder while the mysterious egg would be on her palm. Haku who was being her mount at the moment walked in a normal pace as he lets Noir to stare into the egg quietly, as if she trusted her companion to go to the right direction.

“Hmm…” Noir hummed to herself, there was nothing she could do to the egg especially by staring at it slowly. Perhaps she should bring it to the warm place and that was exactly why she brought it to The Plains, right to where her usual book reading spot located. She felt that she should be careful in handling the egg though as she didn’t know what might be inside, it could be dangerous but instead of being very alarmed by the danger, her curiosity was much more apparent at the moment.

Before the magician sat on the grass, she would put a large picnic sheet on top of it and would sit on it. Noir would pet Haku and Kuzunoha before letting them to rest on the comfortable sheet, happy to see them enjoyed the breeze. After that, she would put the egg in front of her as she leaned against the big tree which was covering them from the sun before starting to think about what she should do about the egg after this.

Materials were vital to the construction of any new project. Sadly, Zion was lacking in everything from lumber to tools. A lack of hardware could be remedied with help from the rukh and a new acquaintance, "Stranger", whom seemed to have experience building things. Alas, the shortage of supplies could only be answered by procuring them from nature. Mikael's wealth had all been sunk into the gifts and arrangements made to be carried out after his death. There was not a single penny in the inheritance Zion acquired from his creator. Though the Dream Infiltrator was a priceless magic tool, it could not be casually traded away for goods that could be obtained through a bit of effort.

Though Zion's home bordered the plains his life prior to reclaiming the lab tower had been a sheltered one. Curiosity might have driven the young magician to explore sooner or later but currently a dire need stressed that he explore the surrounding area in full detail to make a list of where he could obtain the things needed to rebuild a wooden house atop the stone tower.  Due to his haste, Zion charged off into the night sky on his flying carpet on a mission to scan and explore the plains and the surrounding area.


How many hours can a magician pilot a flying carpet without rest or food? Zion was beginning to ask himself this question in a somewhat delirious state as his flying carpet drew an unsteady squiggle through the are are a pathetically slow speed. It seemed as if it were a run away kite simply dancing on the wind, but in fact it was because the driver was on the verge of passing out from a combination of problems. Thirst and hunger were foremost. Zion had been in such a rush when he set out that he forgot to bring food or drink for himself. It had been almost 12 hours since then! Then there was the heat and the burning gaze of the sun. Zion felt baked atop his white carpet as he had no shade to protect himself from the intense ray shining down from the days clear blue skies.

"N-No good...I'm at my limit..."

Unable to endure any longer, Zion used the last bit of his willpower and magoi to lower himself to a non-lethal drop height before free falling to the ground. The magician's vision blurred and then his eyes slowly fell shut. The sprawled out carpet suddenly gave way beneath Zion's body and fluttered around him as he plummeted downwards. The falling carpet flapping in the wind would happen to enter the view of both a wandering traveler and another magician who just set up a picnic.

There was nothing came into mind as she tried to think, looking at the egg didn't give her any kind of clue as well and she was lost. As much as she hate to admit it, Noir felt that she wouldn't be able to figure out about the egg alone and probably had to ask the researcher at the Magnostadt. But only Ilah and the Heavens knew what they would do to the egg, so the black haired girl was hesitant. She would sigh for the several times and wondering if she should try to infuse the egg with magoi, but it might be a bad idea because she didn't know what was inside.

As the black haired girl thinking hard to decide what to do, her body twitched as she felt something strange, she was not sure what it was but it felt like a great amount of Rukh appeared in a second before poofing. It piqued up Noir's interest and she decided to stop her research at the moment to investigate what was happening just now, after all, the work of Rukh was always the subject of her interest.

The golden eyed girl would command her beasts to stay and guard the egg before standing up and planned to walk a bit to find the source of the rukh power from before. But something from the sky... that looks like a person...was making his way towards the ground. It was kind of to late for Noir to do some kind of help but she ran anyway while holding her staff, thinking she could make it in time to cast a flight spell in order to save the person. Just when she made it there and wanted to cast a spell, she could hear a loud thud and noticed that the person had landed... on top of another person. As weird as it was, Noir quickly approached them to see their condition, ready to cast some healing spell if needed. "Are you okay?"

Zion was jolted back to full consciousness when the impact of his fall shocked his senses. The carpet which had carried him through the sky so majestically before fell atop the magician covering him up as it settled. For a moment, the weak and starved magician could only lie there and wait to die. He was completely oblivious to the fact that someone had broken his fall. But suddenly a familiar voice brought hope to Zion's heart as he recognized the soft tones of the woman who had already shown him a good deal of kindness and understanding. Filled with the last ounce of vigor his poor body could muster, Zion struggled to emerge from the carpet covering him.

The result was the emaciated Zion weakly clawing his way off of Ja'ro and out of the carpet leaving it atop him before struggling to stand. Severe dehydration and starvation left the white haired magician. Were it not for his clothing and hairstyle, one could forgive Noir if she didn't even recognize this zombie-like person as he reached out a dried up shriveled hand and begged with pleading eyes, "P-Please...Food....Water...." The urgency in his voice would be clear.

Most of the poor magician's thoughts were focused on sating his bodies immediate needs, but the flying carpet left behind for him by his father was too valuable to leave lying around so with that thought in mind he turned to go pick it back up. Zion was surprised to find that there was a person there, and from the looks of it the man was to thank for a general lack of injury. At the moment, Zion was not in condition to offer his gratitude. But even so the white haired magician would shoot an appreciative gaze at the warrior. He did not ask for the carpet back just yet as he trusted that someone who would save another was unlikely to run off with something that didn't belong to them.

Instead, Zion smiled weakly and turned back to Noir gesturing towards Ja'ro, "Some for...both...of us?..."

“…Zion?” Noir would call this zombie like person by his name, recognizing the white haired man quickly based on his clothing and hairstyle. The black haired girl tilted her head, wondering what kind of thing happened to Zion that ended up making him to be in a very bad condition like this.  The moment she wanted to help, Zion turned to pick something that look like a magic carpet, glad that he still had some energy to move after all. But she was a little bit surprised when a man was found lying under the carpet, seemingly unconscious… or maybe… death…?

“Did you kill this man?” She would ask straightly, not accusing Zion or something though but she thought she had to ask out of curiosity. Although she quickly drop the thought when Zion requested food and water for him and the other man, seemingly misunderstood the situation.

With a sigh, the black haired girl would grip her staff of storm and feeding some magoi into it before whispering to the rukh. First she would communicate with the rukh to produce 2 medium sized water ball, around 15 centimeter in diameter and let it float towards Zion and the other man. Right after that she would use life magic to produce some fruits before putting it on the ground so both men can eat it to their hearts content.

The wanderer who had saved Zion from a terrible fall seemed to be a strange fellow, but the famished Zion was simply too focused on the sustenance that was being manifested before his very eyes. The magic may have seemed foreign and shocking to Ja'Ro, but to the magician's eyes of Zion it was absolutely memorizing. So far, the only real examples of magic being used in action he'd seen were strength and light magic. The results of ice magic hindered him once in the past, but the caster had performed the spell without his knowledge. But now, water and life magic became beautiful balanced concentrations of blues and purple rukh empowered and commanded by Noir's spellwork. Even though his eyes were like the deep sockets of a zombie, one could see the glimmer of awe and admiration in them.

Faced with such a display of new magic, the young doll became so excited he almost forgot how desperate his state was. Such a state of mind didn't last long though as the water ball floated before him and promised relief to his dry throat. Hoarsely, Zion expressed his thanks towards Noir before dunking his face straight into the globe. The sound of furious gulping followed as the only sound from Zion until finally he burst out of the water for air. "Aaaaaah! I'm aliiiiiiiiive~!" The revived magician had a young man's body, but his actual short life showed itself in his boyish shout to the sky whilst jumping up and down fist pumping the air. After a few more gulps of water he then turned to the fruits Noir had produced and began to feast upon them like a ravenous beast. In the span of just a few breaths the feast of fruits had been reduced to a scattered pile of cores, stems, and seeds.

The young magician mostly missed everything up until that point when Ja'Ro began to speak directly to the two magicians. At that point Zion had a protruding belly but his zombie-form had filled out nicely and he now looked to be the perfect picture of health. There was even a bright sheen to his skin as it glistened from the sunlight playing off water still clinging to its surface. Patting his belly, Zion struggled to his feet and bowed gratefully in response to Ja'ro's introduction.

"My name is Zion Koval. Thank you so much for breaking my fall."

He then turned towards Noir and renewed his bow. "And thank you again, Noir. You've saved me from yet another cruel fate."

The gratitude and sincerity behind every word showed strongly through the doll's tone. Since he hadn't yet noticed the small bits of talking to himself, Zion only saw Ja'Ro as someone who risked themselves to help him. Standing tall once more Zion smiled and said, "If there is any way for me to repay either of you please don't hesitate to say so! You can easily find me at the tower east of Magnostadt." Though he wasn't in a hurry to leave, Zion made sure to mention his place of residence so that they could find him at a later date as it was unlikely someone as weak as him could be of any help to the two of them. After all, he was the one always being saved as of late.